He walks –
And his feet lead to the green door
He sees familiar sites
The rose arbor, the trellis he made before
He knocks –
And waits patiently
He asks himself
When did I come here last?
He feels that sudden knot of fear
Regrets come late
Remorse is an even bitter pill to swallow
Am I late, he asks?
The door opens
And he sees a stranger.
I am…..he says
Come in, the stranger answers.
The decor has changed
And the pictures are gone
Is this…..he could not go on
She died a year ago.
The stranger says.
She could have waited.
If you said you were coming back.
She could have told you.
She has never forgotten.
A decade –
Days and months of waiting
Even a loving heart
Sometimes feel tired
Even a happy soul
Slowly dies….
And love, long after it’s neglected
Dies a natural death too.
He retraces his steps
And becomes
A solitary man
Once more.
Dreams And Escapes 